All Chapters of The Stripper Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The humiliation still clung to me like a stubborn shadow, impossible to shake. No matter how many drinks I downed, the memory of being left standing at the altar alone, humiliated, and exposed before countless witnesses was a weight I couldn’t lift.I tilted the glass in my hand, swallowing the last bitter drop without remorse. Tonight, there were no rules, no obligations, no expectations. Tonight, I wasn’t the perfect daughter, the obedient bride-to-be, or the polished princess. Who follows every role and nod yes to everything that was said to her.Tonight I am someone different, someone else entirely.The busy bar was far away from home, chosen precisely for its anonymity. No one here knew me, and that was the point.“Do you mind some company?” someone asked from beside without even looking at him I knew he had a smile on his face.I groaned inwardly, the voice cutting through my thoughts. I turned slowly, plastering on a sweet smile for the man hovering beside me. “I’m sorry, but

It had been two days. Two days since my father was laid to rest. Two days of endless, frantic searching for my mother and sisters. And yet, no matter how hard we tried, we hadn’t found a single trace of them, it was like they had vanished into thin air.I kept telling myself this had to be some cruel dream—a test from the Moon Goddess. Maybe this was her way of pushing me, of telling me that at 23, it was finally time for me to transform and become the wolf I was destined to be.Everyone else had it easy. By the time they turned 18, they’d already met their wolves, welcomed the transformation, and embraced the life of a werewolf. But not me.I’d done everything to make it happen. Pushed myself beyond exhaustion. My father, determined not to let me live without my true self, tried everything he could. Rituals, prayers, training—nothing worked. I couldn’t feel my wolf. I couldn’t sense my pack the way everyone else could.If I’d had that connection, I might have known something was wron

As the search for my mother and sisters continued, I tried to stay calm, pushing back the constant wave of worry threatening to drown me. But whenever I was alone, the tears would come, unrelenting, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. How could I not worry? The people I loved most in the world were missing, and I had no idea if they were even alive.Seated among the remaining of my pack, the air around us was heavy with grief. Everyone here had lost someone, their parents, siblings, mates. The weight of our collective sorrow pressed down like a suffocating fog.“We can’t keep living in another pack’s territory when we have one of our own,” a voice broke through the silence. One of the older warriors stood, his tone firm as he addressed the group.I understood his frustration. Our pack had been decimated during the attack, our warriors killed, our homes burned. We weren’t strong enough to stand on our own, not yet. “I know,” I said, trying to reason with him, “but we need t